A behemoth of a grapevine,
Vines twisted and gnarled
Spread to embrace the sky.
Age does nothing to diminish its harvest,
Grapes plump and round hang in abundance;
A sacred offering.
Lavina Grande bears its bounty
With still and silent dignity.
Lavina Grande is apart from our human frivolity,
And yet it is intertwined within us:
Its leaves and stems wind through our hearts,
Generations will come to enjoy its shade,
And feast on the sweet fruit
Of the Carpinteria Grapevine.
After the Edson Smith Photo Collection Carpinteria Grapevine
Briana Peterson graduated from UCSB with a BA in Religious Studies as well as Cultural Anthropology. She then moved to Java to study Karawitan, a traditional Javanese orchestra, at ISI Yogyakarta. She currently is a graduate student at SJSU, pursuing a master’s degree in Library and Information Science. She has a great love of learning and a passion for the arts, and enjoys exploring new places and people in culturally conscious ways. Also by this poet: “Century Plant“